fear is comfortable.
by indulging fear we do not leave what is known to my mind.
silence is unknown.
desire and hope are fantasies born of fear. never stepping to the unknown leaves us with desire and fantasy. we do not see the actual reality and the consequence of action. we only see the imagined fulfilled desire from scripted internal monologue. hope and fear are one. hope is a costume of pleasant feelings fear wears. under all hope is deep fear.